[ mood | tired ]
[ music | La Vie Boheme // Goodbye Love // What You Own (...basically all of RENT) ]


MEME. Name a character from one of my fandoms, and I'll give you either (a) three facts about them from my personal canon/fanon, (b) a reason he/she sucks, (c) a reason he/she is awesomecakes, (d) five things that never happened to that character or (e) five people that character never fell in love with and why. You pick the character. I pick the letter.

Ganked from cherryfeather .

Hay, yall, I got me a deviantart account!

A regret I've recently discovered: not pursuing my music. I am totally getting into all kinds of musicals and Broadway and Broadway musicals (imagine that!), and I want to sing but I can't, because my throat/voice/vocal chords are schizo. *pout* I used to be in choir and I used to dance. Amalie's now in a show that involves tapping, and I never expected that to come back at me with a pang in my heart. I regret not following up on piano lessons, and giving up on choir, and not performing anymore. *sigh*

Guess I'll just have to do it in college. Because that's what it's for, following those kinds of dreams, right? (I'm just going to go ahead and assume this to soothe my own regrets.)

Soooo... very few of you know what Ersatz is, and I'll explain in a nutshell for those of you who don't: an SVU fic about Elliot and Olivia and how they need to get together. Olivia-centric, a song-fic including the lyrics to Panic! At the Disco's Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off. Currently 30 pages long and four chapters completed. There's two chapters left, and an OC makes an appearance even before Elliot does.

Oh, and did I mention that I started it around this time last year? Yeah. The people who've read it are getting a little rabid; understandable since the last time I finished a chapter was back in May. Oops. ^^;

And now that I'm not stressing over NaNo anymore (*emotear*), I'm giving myself over to all the plotbunnies swarming around my ankles.

Gah. Up to and including the following tends to bite me at the most, and I mean most inopportune times...

-Torchwood fic where Martha literally comes swinging in and drop-kicks whatever's about to kill Jack in the face and then joins the team
-Bashir's story continues, tune up of Gypsy (the original story in which Bashir was intended to be a minor character... Hah)
-RENT has been begging me to write something, anything for it...
-A Doctor Plus Four: Donna, Jack, Martha and Rose in a Castrovalva remake. Apparently I'm forcing OT5 on people, but they know they want it
-SVU fic for people who deserve Christmas presents

and things of that sort.

Requests? I'm totally up for writing anything at this point. Hell, there's ST: VOY fic floating around in there, House stuff... my brain's a mishmash. Mainly mash, but there's some mish in there, too.

Throw something at me -- I will even look up/watch episodes (if I can get my hands on them) of something I don't watch, if you like.

Bring it on!

[/uber-American Jack]

P.S. Don't forget the meme! *points up* Srsly.

[ mood |  stuffy and allergic to school - Yeah, that's right, I said it. ]
[ music | Under the Gun - The Killers - It wouldn't let me go all day. *been humming since she woke up*]

Layout tinkering/scrolling/deciding.

Geh. Not liking anything I see particularly, but I was tired of that stupid sidebar covering up the nifty quickbar at the top, and I was tired of the black too. *though I mildly regret changing now...*

*shrug*

No soccer anythings until Tuesday at the earliest, so I get to wake up at eight tomorrow morning just to watch Varsity play some crap* team and beat the crap* out of them and make my morning crap*-py. 

Realized I haven't worked on Ersatz or any of my original projects/novels/books/things for quite some time. Also came to the realization that I've never really written Olivia/Elliot smut. Huh. *ponders*

OOH!

I drew House! 

It wasn't initially going to be him, and then it turned into him, so I'll eventually get around to showing you the whole picture with him colored and uncolored and the wing and whatnots. (Yes, he has a wing in the full picture. First I *kinda* drew him, and then next to it I started to doodle and it turned into a wing, and then they were too close not to connect, so he has an angel wing. Don't worry, though, Liz/Meg/Ann inspired me to draw a new interpretation of this. Title: House in Heaven Thumbnail sketch: House, leaning against a cloud pillar, still with cane, leaning on his one good wing, legs crossed, fingers in pocket, smirk rightfully placed. His cane taps a metal rocket on the other side, obviously replacing a gimp wing. Scribbled at the top, 'Yeah, he's still a cripple, but... -at the bottom beneath him, assumed to be his own voice, "Upgrade." No, you can't see it now. (It's not even *done* yet.) Yes, of course I'll post it.) For now, you get this little bits. And be proud, it's the first time I've properly colored something in GIMP. *squee*


OMFGHA. I hate you, trees. Pollen is the bane of my existence, dammit. *can't breathe* Perchance it is dust, as Liz suggests, but then... I would hate my life even more than I already do. Because Texas IS dust, dammit.



*Assume you can hear the inflection of my voice emphasized on each repetition of the word crap, kthnxbai.